Part One

Had she known what would happen this night, and all the disastrous events that would follow, Queen Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, Lady of Dragonstone, Queen of Meereen, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons would have certainly decided to retire to bed early. VERY early.

The night was fresh in King's Landing, the city she just conquered with grand bravados with the help of her Unsullied and the Dothraki (and her sons who were such an impressive sight in the sky). Almost no bloodshed, as they made sure to set up a big propaganda before even arriving, and a very big show of dance (of the Dothrakis, of course, though sometimes it looked too much like they were more fucking than dancing) and lights to reveal to the people what they were missing without her as their queen. Her Hand and Varys the Spider were decidedly great masters at communication. And the story they made up was really seducing.

Maybe a bit too much as they had accentuated a lot on the attractive (and virgin, hilariously) queen awaiting for her knight in shining armor. Each day men would come, trying to seduce her to bed. Sometimes she was tempted to try. But then, she would remember the role they forced her into. And that virgin queen could not get into bed without a proper and long (and very chaperoned) courting.

Cersei Lannister was imprisoned in the cellars, awaiting her judgement. Her brother the Kingslayer was in the next, and she did not know what to do with them yet. So they waited. And waited. And waited.

She would have to remake the whole hall, she thought as she sat on the uncomfortable chair that night. Too many crimson, not enough red.

Missandei was at her side, staring longingly at her lover on the other side of the room.

Love was in the eyes, indeed.

She sighed.

"Does anyone know a joke… Anything?"

Tyrion smiled, and stepped forward, ready to begin his show.

"I once walked into a brothel with a jackass and a honeycomb…".

Unfortunately, before he even continued his story, a loud bang resonated in the room and the door opened, revealing an old grey-beard man, a bit too covered for the city, carrying a big carpet.

"Dammit!" cursed Tyrion.

Daenerys rolled her eyes.

Security these days was decidedly not what it was before, Dany thought. She'd have to reinforce it.

"Your Highness!"

The poor man seemed disheveled, and the carpet he was holding seemed really heavy.

With the other hand, he handed a letter to Tyrion, who handed it to Varys, until it came to Missandei who chuckled by the ludicrousness of it.

"My name is Davos Seaworth, Hand of the King in the North."

Dany rolled her eyes, then skimmed the paper when finally it came to her.

She did not comprehend the meaning of it, as it seemed completely ridiculous.

She raised her eyes, already tired.

"So," she said, disillusioned. "the King in the North, who I knew nothing about a few minutes earlier, is sending me a carpet so that I help him win a war against mythological creatures?"

The man fidgeted, and she thought she heard a groan coming from the carpet.

" Not just any carpet, your Grace!" said the man painfully. "A very heavy one!"

"A very attractive one, you twat," a very masculine voice whispered angrily at him.

The hall was decidedly quite echoic.

At these words, the man unrolled it, revealing a very naked man, with a perfectly rounded ass and pretty dark hair in ringlets. And eyes shining like melting chocolate.

Daenerys blinked, asking herself if someone put something in her drink that night.

It wouldn't be the first time.

The man raised up quickly, unashamed, and put his hands on his hips. A smirk was on his face.

Missandei was gaping, Varys had put a hand on his open mouth as a sign of shock, and Tyrion was crossing his arms, still upset to have been so rudely interrupted.

The man looked at his surroundings nonchalantly, then stared right at the queen.

Was it hot in here, or was it just her? She took a hard breath of air.

Finally, he opened his mouth, putting a hand on his hair and winking at her.

"Why, hello, your Grace!" He said. "I've heard you rode dragons. But how about a wolf?

Daenerys blinked.

And that was only the beginning of troubles, she realized.